Et Circenses

Open the gates, release the lions!
It's necessary to entertain the crowd that left home to see blood without dirtying their hands
And while they point fingers, watching everything happen
The brave fight against the beasts, to survive

Let it be! Let it be! They are just voices that cannot touch you!
Let it be! Let it be! They are just voices that don't know what it's like to fight in the arena!

We were the same, but we are no longer like so many other millions of mortals
Who do not know pain, not even the taste, nor the struggle for their own ideals
We fall, we rise, we are agents around here
Living nightmares of those who are afraid to act
That's why we are the circus that distracts frustrations
Of cowards who chose to desert in the trials

Let it be! Let it be! They are just voices that cannot touch you!
Let it be! Let it be! They are just voices that don't know what it's like to fight in the arena!

When fear prevents you from trying
What's left is to find a good place to sit and watch
Hidden where no one will notice you
What's left is to criticize those who dare to enter the arena

So that his place shall never be with those cold timid souls
Who neither know victory nor defeat!

So let it be! Let it be! They are just voices that cannot touch you!
Let it be! Let it be! They are just voices that don't know what it's like to fight in the arena!